LOGINI was born to be my sister's blood bag. She needed a constant supply of fresh blood, so I stayed on call twenty-four hours a day. No junk food. No getting sick. My whole body was kept in perfect condition, all for her sake. The day I turned eighteen, they dragged me into an operating room to donate my bone marrow to her. Half-conscious, with no one watching over me, I died right there in the hospital. I thought that once I was gone, the three of them could finally live together happily as a family. But after I died, they stopped loving her too.
View More"You monster! You disgusting monster!"Mom lunged at Betty without any restraint, ripping out a chunk of her hair, tearing away a patch of scalp with it.Even knowing the truth now, there was nothing Mom could do about it: Betty had drained my blood at home, in private, and Mom had no proof, no way to clear her own name.After Mom was sentenced, Dad finally came back. He visited her in prison, cursing under his breath the whole time."This is all your fault. You never treated Zoey right, and now I'm the one paying for it. That precious daughter you gave birth to turned out to be a monster."I trailed behind him and watched Betty grow even more vicious than before. She threatened Dad that if he didn't obey her every word, she'd do to him exactly what she'd done to Mom.Dad had no choice but to become her loyal servant.That arrangement lasted two full years, until Mom was released from prison.She'd grown thin and worn down. Prison hadn't been kind to her: everyone there had shu
Betty's steps were painfully slow, partly to sell her image as a fragile invalid, and partly because she was waiting for someone to save her. She needed the rescue to happen so she could scrub her own name clean and shove Mom forward as the scapegoat instead.This spot sat at the busiest part of the whole neighborhood, and by the time Betty reached the edge of the balcony, a crowd had already gathered.Everyone shouted, eyes red."You're carrying your sister's blood in your veins. You should live, and go see the world she never got to.""That's right, this is all your mother's fault. None of it is on you. You're sick. There was nothing you could do."Nothing draws sympathy like weakness, and Betty's little performance worked beautifully.She swayed on her feet, looking ready to throw herself off without a second thought.A group of well-meaning strangers rushed toward her and pulled her back from the railing just in time.Betty slapped herself across the face, again and again,
Most people couldn't wrap their heads around it: how could any mother have a child just to keep another daughter alive?It sounded cruel. It went against basic decency. It had no morals in it at all.What makes a person human is the ability to think, to hold a moral line, to treat life with the reverence it deserves.Mom paced in circles inside the hospital director's office, frantic, while even Betty sat there with her eyes lowered, cold and calculating.I imagined she must have been furious with herself in that moment, furious that she hadn't been careful enough, that the truth had gotten out and dragged her name through the mud too.The director looked out at the grief-stricken crowd and finally stepped outside, out of options.The last look he gave Mom carried both disappointment and resolve. It was clear she was about to be cut loose: her career here was over.Sure enough, standing in front of the crowd, the director announced, "This is the hospital's failure, and it's my f
The nurse, though, held her chin up stubbornly. She looked up at the sky, half laughing, half crying."What goes around comes around. You'll get what's coming to you. And Betty, what a joke, calling herself a sister. I saw it with my own eyes, her jabbing needles into Zoey. That vicious look on her face was nothing like the one she's wearing now. Just wait. Heaven doesn't spare anyone."The incident she meant had happened a while back. Betty had suffered one of her episodes, and I'd been rushed to the hospital to give her a transfusion.Once she'd stabilized, our parents went out to buy her food, leaving me abandoned on a hospital bed, forgotten.I'd lost so much blood I couldn't even sit up, could only lie there helplessly, my head spinning, my eyes open.By then, Betty had already recovered. She walked toward me with an innocent smile on her face, a silver needle catching the light in her hand.Wave after wave of pain tore through me while Betty laughed like she'd lost her mind






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